Bejeweled Clocks for January

After the New Years Eve celebrations January becomes kind of a slow month. It doesn’t seem right for the first month of each year.  So, to brighten up January I went on the look out for some dazzling time pieces. Keeping time suits January.

This is a vintage clock with pink rhinestones, created by artist Debbie Del Rosario. Found at Victorian Rose Cottage.

A jeweled alarm clock from Powder Blue. Design by Lisbeth Dahl.

Urban Outfitters has this pretty watch necklace with a bit of steampunk style.

This colourful watch with precious stones comes from Bertolucci. I found it on a French site.

I didn’t find the clock of my dreams. I had in mind something with a mix of romance, diamonds and the steampunk look. What would you design as the perfect bejeweled clock?

Sunday Itchies

I’m itchy with allergies to or from something today. I don’t know what. If I had enough cash I’d order something delivered for lunch. But the bank account is low and the cash is lower. I bought bus passes after work last night and that’s going to be my last spending spree until pay day this Friday.

Last night at work I was thinking about how I’m a big fan of clock watching. I count down the half and quarter hours till freedom. One job I had the boss got really angry about clock watching. But for me it keeps me sane to know how far away escape is. Maybe I’m just not the type to work for someone else, all the rules. I seem to be able to handle a few rules but get to a limit and then just screw everything up.

I found out something interesting at work, unofficially. I don’t think I am in as much danger of being fired as I had assumed. I mean, usually when you are told you will be fired if you screw up once more you figure that’s what that means. Last night at work an email was sent around saying the average for everyone is only 63%, about the same as my own. So, I’m not bottom of the barrel, I’m just average. I can still be fired. Maybe it’s not such a pressing issue as I had been thinking.

I just finished reading a book by Kassandra Sims. I’m not sure if I liked the story, a little too much blood and murder for me. But, the most annoying thing were all the typos and totally fixable mistakes which a proofreader could have caught. Maybe Tor can’t afford to proofread their books. At one point the main character was not there yet her name was substituted for the other character in one sentence. Made reading the book and understanding the plot very tricky. I was ready to stop reading before I was halfway. But, Kassandra Sims is a Canadian writer and I felt I had to get to the end. The end was a let down. Just kind of ended, a lot of blood and murder and then it flopped down like a fish out of water. At least it’s done and I can start something else now.

Really and Absolutely Getting Jealous of Sleeping Beauty

I can’t say I’ve missed the 9 to 5 thing, or the 8 to 4 thing as I’ve been doing this past week. But, that should be a little easier once I get that first magical pay cheque. I’m looking forward to that.

Getting up each morning is a bit of a chore so far. I feel silly and lazy and indolent to not be getting up considering I only have myself to hustle along. No kids to get to school. No husband or whoever to pat on the back and pretend I’m going to miss all day. Just myself to get dressed and out the door on time. It seems pretty self indulgent each morning to just lie there an extra 15 minutes, half an hour even, depending on how early I set the alarm clock. Who do I think I am afterall?

Still, there should be a few self indulgent people around. If only to make everyone else feel better for having better behaviour. All those people hopping off to work, self propelled, should have someone to compare themselves to so they know just how well they are doing. Imagine if everyone shot out to work like a bullet. No one would be able to think they were doing such a good and noble thing like getting out to work without being so lazy as to sleep in. Think how much nicer it is that those good people can congratulate themselves for being so organized and efficient. If not for me they’d have nothing to feel good about, in regards to their speed and good rat race ability. So, I’m just helping out, in any least little way I can. It’s really very nice of me to just lie in bed that extra time. Now don’t you all feel so much better?

Of course you do… Now just turn off that light on your way out… I’ve still got seven more minutes before I really and absolutely have to get out of bed.

I’ve Done My Time

First day of the new job today. It isn’t so different from the work I was doing on cash at Zellers. But, It pays a LOT better and I don’t have to stand there like some moving target all day long. The next two weeks I am making $10 an hour for the training and then I’m getting $11 an hour with the prospect of a quarterly raise (40 cents an hour). That is much better than Zellers. I went into Zellers at the end of today and bought a new alarm clock. I spent more than I would have on a Zellers grrl wage. It felt nice. I wanted to tell some of those sales associates to pack it in and go apply at NuComm. But, someone has to work at Zellers, I did my time there.

Things are getting sorted out after the move. Sort of.

Looking at that old photo of myself I feel more inspired to try losing weight again. I think it will have to wait till November when my Mother is likely to be gone back down to Florida again. We seem to be eating buddies and it’s not good for losing weight.

She suggested getting me a car once I had a job here in Barrie. I would pay her back as if it were a bank loan. Having a car would be excellent, though a big expense. I just can’t see myself not having one and not being able to drive out to Newmarket to see family there or take road trips for more old and abandoned houses. So, a car is important.

An Old Woman of the Roads

An Old Woman of the Roads
Padraic Colum

Oh, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped-up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delft,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delft!

Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there’s never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house- a house of my own-
Out of the wind’s and the rain’s way.

I’m the Answer… Just Ask Me

I am officially the answer to the meaning of life or life the universe and everything. You’d think I would remember but… when you get old you forget. 42 isn’t quite so new and shiny any more. I think I’m going to have to stop plucking the grey strands of hair out of my head soon and just decide to colour or not to colour. When I was 14 I decided I wouldn’t colour my hair. That was a long time ago. I’ve revised my opinion.

So how does it feel to be the answer to life the universe and everything? Not too bad actually. It could be worse.

Of course, it does mean Christmas is also officially upon us. I didn’t end up putting up the tree and now I’m going to be away so it will remain vacuum sealed (not quite) for another year. It must be getting kind of yucky smelling in it’s box, never seeing the light of day or getting a bit of air to brush away the cobwebs. Of well, it will survive, it’s plastic. Like the bugs it will outlive us all.

I am still awake and thinking of things to pack and how to pack them. It’s 2:31 AM by my not so reliable clock. I am to meet my brother at the Scarborough Town Centre at 10:00 AM. The funny thing is I could leave now if the place were open. There wouldn’t be any coffee though. I’d likely sit there in the dark for hours and fall asleep finally out of boredom.

I like being out early. I’m sure I have mentioned that somewhere in here. Saying it at all is just a refresher for anyone who happened to pop in for a quickie. Of course, now that I’m 42 I probably need help remembering too. Should I make a list of my likes and dislikes in case I get overly feeble minded this year?

Although, this should be a really good year you would think. How often do you get to be something Monty Python thought was the answer to everything? It only happens once in a lifetime, if you stuck around this long. Face it, who really thinks getting old is great, it’s just better than the other option (by a long shot).

Some things are good about being 40-something. It’s different from the other decades. I feel like a different person at times. But, I wonder if 30-something wasn’t the best of all. It’s a shame you can’t pick out the brain parts you like ahead of time and keep them with the other brain parts you liked from earlier in your life. That would make me a super brain of course. I’m sure there would be no living with me then. I’d be really full of myself.

I still need to whip through a few more dishes. I decided to wash all the pots and pans and put them away all clean and sparkly before I go. I don’t know why. Is it a sign of early dementia or alzheimers or something else I’ve forgotten how to spell?

Oh well. I’m here. This is the start of year 42 if you’re interested in measuring the whole thing. Why would you though? Get a life!

I am taking the camera, just so you are warned there will be more family photos once I am back. I’m sure you will be biting your nails in anticipation. Try not to hold your breath, that would make the nail biting a lot harder.

Oooo It’s Almost Midnight….

Is that putting a little curl in your hair. Do you get a bit nervous, checking around dark corners and getting the jitters at each little noise? Don’t let the clock spook you out. Pretend it’s 12 noon instead.

Why do people think one 12 is so different from the other? Does the lack of daylight really make such a huge difference.

I don’t think it should. Noon can be just as ominous as midnight. It’s a time between. Creepy things can happen at noon too. Just keep your eye out for them, you’ll see general noon creepiness soon enough. Be expecting it… beware… it’s out to get you!

Now that I’ve made you all paranoid…

Not much going on here. I’m thinking about going to bed with a good book. Too bad none of the dating stuff has been working out so I could be going to bed with a good book and a warm manly body too. (No, I’m not saying my body is manly – I just know one of you will be thinking that).

Isn’t that one of the nice things about being with someone. I miss all those silly, everyday, nothing things like grocery shopping, a shared joke no matter how lame and being really glad on those nights when I get to bed first so I can roll myself in the blankets and make sure he doesn’t get to hog them all first. The silly little important things like that. 🙂

It’s 3:00 Do You Know Where You Are?

One good thing about working at an outside job is that it helps you keep track of the days. Having typed that I am now remembering how it’s not really true. I seldom knew what day it was, just what shift I was working. I never knew when it was a weekend cause I worked every day, weekends ceased to exist. Still, there was some day to day structure. Now that I’m working from home I can spend a day reading email, blogging and whatever else only to realize that the whole day has gone by and I’ve really accomplished nothing. Amazingly nothing for all the time put into it.

So, along with some self renovations, I am going to begin scheduling myself. I’m calling it a Bill of Work. Each day will have it’s work to be done, before I even begin on the email section. Email is a vast suckage of time, you go into check your email and come out several hours later, wondering how you lost so much time from your day.

Today I was pretty good. I got up when my alarm went off at 6:00am. I got up, made a hot chocolate cause I’m out of coffee cream. I began by looking at the things I should be doing, then made the mistake of starting with email and the Neopets Advent Calendar. Next thing I knew it was a bit after 7:00 and my brain was letting me know 6:00 is too early as a start time. So, I went back to bed, I reset the alarm to go off at 8:00. (When you’re working from home you get to go back to bed, sometimes). I got up, it was cold so I stayed in bed and found the warm spot again. I drifted back to sleep, woke up, got cold, slept again… I finally got up and looked at the clock only to realize I was going to be late for my 10:00 appointment if I didn’t get moving. I was late but it turned out ok as she hadn’t checked her email and wasn’t expecting me anyway.

After that I went to Zellers, used the store credit card for breakfast and coffee cream. Then I went to read awhile at Tim Hortons. I really needed to get out, I’ve been housebound the last few days. I came back here in time to watch the soap opera awhile, while making fresh coffee with the newly bought coffee cream. Then, I brought down my doodle pad and pen. I made notes while watching the soaps and I drew a sketch for a new web banner and a new front page layout. So I didn’t just sit there and vegetate while watching TV. I wasn’t all bad.

Now, here I am. Still cold though I did flip the furnace off auto so it will actually humour me and pretend to heat the house. I’m going to work on the book proposal, once I finish the blog stuff. I really will. Just cause it’s after 3:00PM now doesn’t mean the day is shot. I can work long into the night. I’ve always liked working in the evening, watching the snow fall past my window, listening to the radio get static and die… why does that one local station always do that?

Anyway, here I am. I know what day it is and I’m really going to work now.

Why Can’t They All Just Work Nice Together?

I did get the new modem inserted and functional. It’s LOUD! Strange to think the old one was so quiet, at least in comparison. This one could serve as an alarm clock should it ever think about a change in careers.

Now however, all my saved HTML files from thatgrrl.ca will not work in FrontPage. Silly FrontPage either can’t find them at all (though with my mere human eyeballs I can clearly see them) or it just can’t figure out how to open them. This is almost funny. All those files were created on FrontPage and yet, it can’t recognize it’s own children. How meanspirited! Kind of like having your parents win the lottery and then disown you. Nasty!

It wouldn’t surprise me at all if all those HTML files have hurt feelings if not some sort of very complicated psychological disorder now.

I blame it on Microsoft, their Grandmother.